[PKMN FULL] Kanto Adventure [OOC+Registration]

[<Challenger>]

Charmander is reserved for Charizard_Man, so try another pokemon. He is the GM after all.

@ Charizard_Man

Based on what you said that you need a female player, does that mean I have no shot at making it?

*Feels awkward* That explains the lack of Charmander SUs. I'll fix that.

 

[Charizard_Man]

Finally, here it is:

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- ACADEMY DATA -

the TRAINER

Full Name: Riku Jin
Trainer Class: Young Spirit
Home Town: Humilau City
Age: Twelve, 12
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: Gold

Biography: The fashion in which Riku's parents, Jacob and Lynda Jin, first met was highly irregular. His father, a young man who had recently immigrated to Unova from a distant region, sustained several injuries in a late-night alley battle when he had jumped in to save an unwary passerby from being attacked by a group of ruffians; his mother, a native to the city who was the passerby in question, then took him to a hospital, where she worked as a physician, to treat his injuries. Perhaps feeling somewhat responsible for the incident she visited him on a regular basis during his stay there despite the lack of severity in his injuries. From there one thing lead to another and the rest, as they say, is history.

As the son of a Pokemon Trainer, Riku first began training when he was three and a half. His father, who had managed to take over the city's gym after his brother-in-law left for a fishing expedition, understandably wished his child to pass on his skills and legacy; indifferent to his wife's wishes for their son not to become a brainless person with thoughts of only battles, he taught him all about battles, alongside his own philosophy and school of thought concerning Pokemon as friends and not simply tools of battle, and a few years later began introducing him to a martial arts native to Humilau known as Kapu Ku'ialua. His father grew ill and was confined to a wheelchair, understandably his martial arts training ended, but the same could not be said for Pokemon battles. He instilled values of honor into the boy until the end of his days, and died when he was six.

His mother was left to raise the boy on her own. Despite her best efforts to protect him, it wasn't a pleasant childhood. There were a lot of rocky patches and his friends slowly started to distance themselves from him. As per his father's teachings the child didn't let his friend's betrayals phase him or his childish imaginative games. His mother would often find the boy playing superhero with her brother's gym Pokemon against the forces of evil that were often times cut outs of electric Pokemon. The creatures were his solace in life, and he hung on to them like lifelines. He considered them his best friends, as his father taught him. After some time his mother thought it best for him to be educated like she always wanted, however she also wanted to honor his father's wishes and keep up his pokemon training. To compromise she began to steps to enroll him in a Pokemon academy. She immediately knew the perfect fit, his father would always mention one from his home town and so she went forwards with the steps and placed him in the Pallet Pokemon Academy.

As a child, Riku's scholastic life was initially somewhat eventful. Although nothing out of the ordinary had occurred in his first year for the most part, the ten-year-old boy was immediately picked on by older students the first day of entrance into his second year. Some poked fun at him being a foreigner, others his olive skin tone, some even ridiculed him for the fact that he had no father. To the surprise of his would-be tormentors and even he himself, his impatience for speaking ill about his father led him to strike without any forewarning whatsoever. Although he had no desire to cause permanent harm, he nevertheless managed to incapacitate their juvenile leader with a single well-placed attack to the stomach, which persuaded the rest of the miscreants to flee in terror. The school's authorities became involved, and although he was reprimanded, he countered with the statement that if people weren't supposed to respond to bad things happening to them, what would be relevant consequences for evildoers? After all, the teachers certainly weren't keeping harassment under control. As he remained stubborn in his outlook, the school was forced to let him go with little more than a slap on the wrist. The positive consequence of this occurrence was that no bully ever approached him from that day on; unfortunately, he garnered a reputation of ruthlessness in the process, which has stayed with him ever since despite his completely innocent and childish personality.

Personality: A passionate young man with a strong sense of justice and a readiness to assist the weak, he believes strongly in the ideal of chivalry, to which the false accusations of being flirtatious thrown at him can be attributed. Whether it is due to innocence unbroken by excessive worldly experience or outright obliviousness, he still holds true the concepts of absolute good and evil, and acts based upon the assumption that there is some fragment of benevolence in even the most terrible villain. Based on both of these characteristics, he is unwilling to aggress in the majority of situations, preferring to strike second - the exception being that there is either a loved one in danger or a previous case of being attacked, in which case he is completely capable of a preemptive strike.

An enthusiastic personage whose adventurous nature has gotten him into and out of numerous troubling situations, he maintains a high degree of confidence, both in the optimistic outlook that everything will work out eventually and in his own abilities. Giving up without much effort, or giving up in general really, is foreign to him; although he is able to recognize a loss, he simply accepts it as encouragement for him to train harder for a future confrontation, and it is difficult for her to be truly discouraged as he is driven by meeting stronger opponents. As a result, although arguably he has the skills to back up his boldness, occasionally he exhibits slightly more recklessness than is healthy. His general aloof attitude can be attributed to the many days pondering by the beach side back home, and is often characterized by many as laziness although Riku refers to it as having a "chill" attitude about life.

Appearance: Possessing a petite frame and olive sun-kissed skin, his body represents
his island city roots perfectly. Standing at 4 foot 9 inches, he is of slightly below
average height for someone of his age, and weighs 90 lbs.

His hair, long and dark with a hint of bluish-grey, is organized into a pleasantly messy hairstyle, long distended bangs avoid interfering with his eye sight. When wearing his prominent red hat with white bill and green Pallet Academy insignia, he holds his bangs up with a rubber band to avoid being flattened down onto his face. The color of his eyes, golden amber, is reminiscent of wolf against the dark night, calling to mind a quiescent peacefulness. His general stance is one of ease, following the proverb that stillness is preferable to erratic movement.

Prizing comfort and freedom of movement just as highly as appearance (if not more so), his casual attire often consists of some sort of tee shirt as well as a black pair of pants slim and tapered at the legs with elastic hemming for comfort. The nature of the tee shirt is typically mutable, as he is able to accessorize based on what color he favors that day, but its design rarely fails to draw inspiration from the tropics; the appearance of his pants, on the other hand, is much more unlikely to change, due to both the complementary nature of other pieces of his outfit and the fact that black fits well with essentially anything. His favorite tee shirt to wear, however, is white tee shirt with japanese katakana written downwards in floral print. A sleevless blue denim vest and simple chuck sneakers (red usually), both items making sure to not clash with the color of the aforementioned tee shirt, round out the ensemble. Against harsher weather, he typically dons a black-and-white hooded sweatshirt, able to defend against both wind and rain. In a situation that calls for greater refinement, a full cowl is worn that drops down to his shins . The backpack he wears is made of tough canvas dyed a light shade of grey with small black pokeball symbols dotted everywhere, able to withstand a decent amount of abuse without suffering much damage. Its white pinstripe straps are padded for comfort, while the black watch he wears is more for appearance than anything with its gold reflective face.

Theme: The Island Boy


Example Roleplay:

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"Phew, this heat is crazy eh Betty?" A young boy complained, blowing up into his own face for the slightest bit of relief. The straw hat his mother made him wear provided little protection from the merciless beams of heat that made their way down to the earth below. The small Audino next to him nodded in agreement as she frantically waved the paper fan side to side to cool herself down. The duo sat peacefully on a high tree branch overlooking a river, the young boy laid back with a long string weed hanging out of his mouth and brown flip flops up in the air as he monitored his fishing lure below.

"Nothing. Even the fish think its too hot to swim!" The boy dressed in a loose fitting white tank top reading PALLET BASKETBALL in bold black letters cried in frustration, hands falling to the sides of his black basketball shorts and letting the straw hat fall onto his chest. He sighed, "Guess it can't be helped!"The boy was Riku Jin, local sweetheart (as the older women refer to him) of the Pallet Pokemon Academy. He was twelve years old, with long dark hair under the brimmed straw hat. Most girls and boys his age in town would be out enjoying their summer vacation, but he wasn't interested. Rather, he focused solely in tracking down and studying any wild Pokemon he could with his mother's Audino, Betty. When they couldn't find anything they settled for playing cops and robbers around town.

It was late afternoon, as the golden son began to lower just behind the large tree he was perched on. Riku smiled and brought back his fishing line, "The streetlights are starting to turn on, we should head home before momma starts to worry!" The Audino smiled in return as the two hopped down a few branches like a breeze and hopped their way down the road. Pallet Town was a nice village town full of farmers, the tiny town lacked a hospital from which his mother could work so she handles house calls now. A fever here, a cold there, never anything serious. "I'll race ya!" Riku smiled over at the Audino who was already trying to outrun the boy.

"That Jacob's boy?" A farmer, straw hat and rugged hands full of dirt carrying a shovel asked the man walking besides him as the young boy and Pokemon dashed by. "HIYA!" Riku shouted to the men as they ran by.

"Aye, sure is. Has his father's personality I'll tell you that much, it's good to have some spirit in the town."

He hurriedly unlocked his door and locked it behind him as Betty ran by and hugged the woman standing in the living room. She was a pretty woman, in her early thirties with dark hair, chocolate eyes, an olive skin complexion and a bright pink apron. The boy hugged his mother warmly before turning on the television in the living room and promptly landing down with Betty as the two barely caught the end of a Dittobob Blobpants episode. Riku burst out laughing almost every other minute. His mother smiled warmly at her son before looking over at the laptop and sighing. She had received an e-mail from the academy on behalf of Doctor Oak himself. She knew what it meant, but she was afraid to read it. He would be leaving her, and she would be alone. 'What if he gets hurt on this journey? What if he gets mixed up with the wrong people? What if this is too much for him? What if… I never see my baby boy again?' This cloud of negative thoughts plagued her mind to the point of tears which slipped down her soft, pretty face and onto the sandwiches she had prepared. She attempted to wipe away her tears once she heard footsteps approaching her. It was her son, much to her surprise. However, she failed in her attempt to mask her watery eyes.

"Mom, are you alright?" Riku asked in a very concerned tone.

She sniffled a bit before wiping the tears with a hardy fist, "Y-yes Riku, it's just...I got a paper cut and it hurts." She held up her index finger and smiled sheepishly. Riku's mouth widened and immediately dashed upstairs. His mother giggled at her son's antics, she heard him shuffling about upstairs. He trounced down the steps two at a time before wrapping his mother's finger in a Brave the Cowardly Braviary band-aid. She couldn't hide it any longer and brought over the laptop, "Here Riku. This is for you." The boy stared at the screen curiously until he spotted his name in the "To:" section.

"From Doctor Oak? Woah! I've only talked to him like once, he's scary." Riku mumbled as he continued to read the e-mail, his golden eyes scanning the wall of text as fast as he could for a twelve year old. His mother knew her assumptions were correct when a giant smile plastered itself across his young face. "I-I can't believe it momma! Hey, Betty, guess who's going to take the PT test!" The boy ran across the living room and dove onto the Audino's face across the couch in excitement. His childish laughter only proved to push his mother further and further to the brink of tears.

'My son.. A Pokemon trainer.' She giggled with the thought

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The fire was huge, a monster of orange heat that seemed to grow with every frightened look it was given. It engulfed everything in the vicinity, the rubble of the once Pokemon center charred black and the twisted metal of the truck melting down. Firefighters trying their hardest to fight the flame, and first responders trying to save as many people as they could. "They need more heroes to fight the evil villains", that's what his mother said just moments earlier before she left for Pewter. The accident was so bad they had to call for help two, even three towns over. He sat home alone now in his room, Betty was her assistant so she was obligated to leave as well.

"-behind us you see first responders carrying out victims from the rubble already freed from the fire as firefighters attempt to bring the blaze down elsewhere. This was clearly no accident but instead a targeted attack, officials deeming this as a terrorist attack by the organization responsible for thefts and crimes across the region." The anchorman spoke as they hovered over in a helicopter, the professional grade camera able to zoom down and take a clear picture of the events on the ground. On the twisted and melting truck could be seen red spray paint across it, large and unmistakable it read "SCAR". Riku clenched his tiny fists, there were real bad guys in the world. His father would hunt them down and make them pay, put them in jail and save the day. Why can't he?

"This...is what he would've wanted." Riku nodded to himself as he looked up at a black and white picture on the wall, a childhood portrait of his father. Riku was a spitting image of him, the boy smiled until a burning sensation shot up his right arm from his forearm to his shoulder, he dropped to his knees as he froze up. Images of dark stone walls began flashing through his vision, strange markings on these walls lit up and begin jumping out at him, rearranging themselves into words it seemed. Riku struggled to maintain his equilibrium and stumbled over to his bed, knocking over his computer chair in the process.

He saw the world before him turn on its side as his face met the shaggy carpet on his floor as his labored breaths kept him alive until the visions disappeared altogether. He took in a deep breathe, the first one in a few minutes it seemed. He rubbed his golden amber eyes, which had regained their color and vitality for a second before dimming down again as darkness enshrouded his vision and he felt the cold embrace of nothingness.

the STARTER

Pokemon: Charmander
Nickname: Charco
Gender: Male

Egg Move: Dragon Pulse

Personality: Charco's the kind of Pokemon that follows his own tempo. He doesn't really conform to the beliefs of others and kind of does his own thing. This is not to say that he's rebellious, he just prefers to do things differently than others. He's very mellow to say the least in the fact that he enjoys participating in random meditation or even dancing to music (he usually steals Riku's earphones). Charco is an ideal partner for Riku as the pair tend to try to diffuse all kinds of tense situations with a smile and kind words. The pair are self proclaimed harbingers of peace. Charco appreciates his trainer's efforts and supports him in any decision he makes in the future. The two share a kind of brotherly connection that is strengthened with eac passing day.

Unique Traits: Despite being a fire type, Charco does not fear water but instead hopes one day Riku will allow him to learn how to surf. He wears a special golden ring that fits around his tail as a Charmander, but only fits around his right wrist as Charmeleon then wears it around his finger as he grows into a Charizard.

"No kind deed has ever lacked its reward."

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[LastOne]

Finally, here it is:

Okay, so I polished up my post and hopefully fixed up the mistakes. Ended up cutting some of the fat of the Biography that I think is better concise, and I believe I made Alexis clearer. If it needs more editing, let me know.

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Finally, here it is:

Spoiler:

Full Name: Riku Jin
Trainer Class: Young Spirit
Home Town: Humilau City
Age: Twelve, 12
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: Gold
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Your app was fantastic as usual. Since being introduced to your writing style in Holon Rp, I've been looking forward to reading the stuff you type out, trying take some hints from your style and own way of writing. Your excellent flow of words overshadowed your initial story for me; which probably isn't true for everyone else, as I tend to try and take your work apart.

Anyway, without doing that -taking it apart-, your application was a pleasure to read.

 

[Gelius3]

I have no chance of being on the rp. I will be just a spectator who will follow this rp. If i am in so it's luck of me.

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

Gonna post a heavily revised edition of my SU later tonight. The only thing that is remaining the same is the general theme of the character. Gender is changing, appearance is(obviously) changing, and so is personality and history. >.> I have a much better feel for this idea.

part of her history is a bit dark... maybe a little too dark for Pokemon >.>

the trainer- Valor Kästner

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Trainer class: Zealous Rebel
Home Town: Pallet Town
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Pokedex Color: Palatinate

Biography:

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Valor, or Val as she prefers to be called has had anything but an ordinary life--and her name is but a small testament to that. Born to a family--a rather large family comprised of cousins, uncles, aunts etc--of traveling gypsies, she has never had(until recently) a tangible place that one might call home. To her, home is where her family is, whether they're traveling through Hoenn camping in a tent or renting out a luxurious hotel room for a few days is entirely irrelevant. Because of the situation, they are a tight-knit group and have proven to be a very caring family. They manage to make ends meet, however, but performing in the circus that they run--The Kastner Family Circus, as it's called.

While it's not a particularly exciting or creative name, it makes Val and her family proud. It was, after all, the hard work and dedication of her father that enabled this to become a reality anyway. In that regard, the man, while a caring father, is very serious about what he and his family do. While their main goal is to provide entertainment to the masses, he is seen rarely providing the same smile and laughter that he does on stage off the stage. While the young girl's mother swears he wasn't always this way--and Val herself has faint memories of a much kinder man--she is just as much amiss as to why things have grown so tense over the past few years.

You can't just wake up one day and put on the best damn performance the world has ever seen. You just can't. That kind of excellence is attained through practice and discipline. That is a standard Val's father has ALWAYS held her family to, urging them to put their best foot forward in everything they do in life. While he was easy going in the early years and made it just as much as fun for his family to perform as it was for the audience to watch, this too changed in recent years. His usual gentle tone as he coaxes someone who is upset over their latest failure to try again has morphed into furious stammering that, "you need to better, or else!"

As her father grew sterner, Val grew colder and more distant. The man who was once her hero, the man who had provided everything that she needed in life had apparently turned his back on her. She had the utmost faith in this man, and in a matter of hours he burned all the bridges down between them. Sick of his constant badgering to master a new technique or learn a new performance, Val began to rebel against the family patriarch. It got particularly worse one day just before she was scheduled to perform...She had been hanging out with some friends she met at an earlier showing, glad to be a normal kid for once. In her excitement, she lost of track of time and showed up just moments before the curtain was pulled to reveal her in her act, a master display of acrobatics between man and Pokemon alike--it was one of the more popular parts of the circus.

This time, the scolding took a much darker turn. Val's father grabbed her by her arms and stared her straight in the arms. "What did I say? You were supposed to be back hours ago!" He made no move to conceal the rage in voice, not that he would have even been able to.

"Stop, you're hurting me!" She yelled as she tried to push him away. He began to shake her violently while screaming in her face. At that moment, the curtain was pulled and everyone bore witness to this. The crowd gasped in horror as the man released his grip and stalked off into the shadows. Val looked after him, then she looked at the crowd. All these people came here to see a show, and while they got one, it wasn't the one they paid for. Hurt and confused she ran off in the direction her family had set up their sleeping quarters at. There was one for the kids, and one for the parents. She started to cry at this point, desperately trying to find her mother in an attempt to tell her what had just happened.

But as Val approached her parents tent she heard a gruff voice that she did recognize. Then she heard her fathers voice. In a way, it was a dreadful twist of karmic justice. As she peered through the opening of the tent she discovered who the voice belonged to--a man she recognized but did not know held her father by his collar. "You owe us, big time. You've had way too long to pay off that loan, buddy. And now it's time to collect. If you don't have money..." he trailed off, looking around with a sinister gleam in his eyes, "then maybe your wife will do?" He let out a soft chuckle and he punched her father in the face. "Or how about your daughter?!" he said, clearly frustrated.

While she couldn't see her fathers face, she didn't have to, to witness his horror. "No, please." Her father was hysterical, even sobbing at this point. "You leave her out of this! She's just a kid... she doesn't have anything to do with this, dammit!" At that moment, Val burst in through the tent door, charging the man with all her might, but barely managing to budge him at all.

"Woooah, careful there, darling. You almost made me lose my footing." The man said sarcastically. "You know, she is a cute one..." Before he could continue he was cut off by Val's father.

"Ok! Ok. I'll have your money. Come by here tomorrow. First thing in the morning. I promise you, I will have your money..."

"Yeah, okay, Frank. Use a wolf to chase off the shark and see if that leaves you any better off." With that, the man tipped his hat in farewell and began to make his exit, stopping briefly at the door. "Oh, and if you're lying to me, it'll be a lot worse than your daughter. Goodbye."​

With that the decision was made that Val should go live with her grandparents in Pallet Town. She opposed it heavily at first. She wanted to stick with her family, she didn't want to just give in to the bad guys. What kind of lesson does that teach them? Despite her protests, however, everyone in her family agreed it would be best for this to happen. She was just a child, after all. While she now understands why her father had changed his attitude so drastically, she never fully accepted it and still resents him for it, although not for the same particular reasons. Why would he not tell anyone that he was in this kind of trouble? Maybe if he had they could have dealt with it as a family. Her grandparents quickly got into her the Pallet Town academy, figuring it would help get her mind off things.

Personality:

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It's a constant debate about whether your personality is forged from nature or nurture. In Valor's case, it's most definitely both. While she had characteristic traits such as a thirst for adventure and a genuine curiosity for the world around her, it was only exemplified by what happened to her in her life. Born a fighter, she only became as tough as nails due to growing up nothing but boys. And while she could have easily avoided their rowdiness by pulling the "I'm a girl card" she found it was easier to just step up and beat them at their own games, otherwise they'd still win. She spent all day with her cousins, playing in the dirt, chasing fireflies, roughousing--whatever they did, she made an effort to do it better. As a result, she grew up to be a slight tomboy, and would have been an even greater one if not for the motherly presence provided by her aunts and own actual mother.

The always urged her to be "proper" and lady like. Something she outright detested. They insisted she wear dresses and skirts, that she do her hair and put on make up. But frankly, that just wasn't something she enjoyed too much. While she did think that make-up hid her flaws, she used it very minimally, as a way to accentuate her natural beauty as opposed to an attempt to create beauty. She never really caught into the whole dress or skirt wearing thing, either... it was much to difficult to run around and cause chaos with the boys that. Plus, they were far too easy to get dirty and that'd make her mothers and aunts furious. While they stopped her wearing old hand me downs from her cousins, she preferred to wear clothing that was comfortable and easy to move around in. They also got her to pick up the nice habit of bathing regularly, something her cousins weren't accustomed to as boys. In her nature to be her own person and forge her own path, she didn't fully lean one or the other, instead taking both ideas of "ladiness" and "manliness" and picking which ones she preferred.

As Val grew older, and her and her father grew apart, she grew more rebellious. She has a bit of an authority problem, believing people should be free to do as they choose, even if they make mistakes. It isn't that she broke rules out of a desire to strike back at authority, it's just that she thought they were stupid rules to begin with. Growing apart from her dad also caused her to grow apart from her family who were always trying to force her to do things one way or another. To the point, even, where she would consider some of the friends she made along the way her real family. While she never fully realized it, when she would say things like this to her mother, it hurt the women deeply--not that Val intended it to. When she realized it, she actually cried. Because despite the tough bravado she attempts to front all the time, she is actually still a sweet and caring girl underneath. She is still young and while some of her innocence is gone, the majority of it remains in tact, even if she likes to pretend it it isn't.

Val lives for other people, actually. That's why she so thoroughly enjoyed being a part of the circus. The things that she did, while considered great feats by many, were a second nature to her. So if she could so easily bring smiles and laughter and joy to people by doing something that took nothing bu her time, she was more than glad to. In fact, she even tried to spend as much of her time helping people even when the show was over. Whether it was helping vendors pack up merchandise for the night or tourists find their way, she was more than happy to oblige. While many gave her small tokens of appreciation in return, she didn't do it for material gain. There was, to her, something empowering about helping other people. She believes that life is all about the relationships you form with people--after all, things come and go, but the people in your life and the memories you create them with are forever. While a person might see their time in this world, the impact they created lingers on. And that is something she aspires to do, leave an impact on the world. A good one. She wants to be known for doing all that she can to help as many people as she can. Even if it is something as small as making them laugh and smile, it's still something. Although she easily is capable of doing more.

You have to be smart in the gypsy world or you'll get taken advantage of. While she isn't particularly book smart, she paid enough attention over the years to get a good handle on how people work. Usually she can tell if a person has good or bad intentions or if they are a jerk or not. She still happens to be a kid though, and people often surprise her. She's quick to reach conclusions about people and for this reason quick to pass judgment. Even if it is the wrong judgment, she isn't afraid to show it. She's spunky and has attitude, and while it's nothing she ever intends, her sarcastic nature can often offend people--usually without her even realizing it. A little hardheaded and rash, she often gets herself into trouble that could have otherwise been easily avoided, but most of the time, however, she also manages to get herself out of that trouble.

Appearance:

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Valor is a remarkable beauty for someone her age, especially if you're into her "style.". She is really short, standing at just an inch under 5 feet. Her hair, while naturally blonde has been dyed black. The sides of her head are shaved while her goes into a mohawk with bangs that hang just over her eyes. A single color being rather bland, she threw a bit of palatinate purple into the front. Continuing with this "punk" rock look, she has a triple helix piercing with two black rings on the outside and a purple one her left ear and a double one--both black--on her right, while both of her lobes are gauged to a small degree with small black plugs. She has thin lips and a small nose that complement each other surprisingly well. While they aren't pearly whites, she learned basic hygiene early enough to keep her teeth looking as nice as they can be, but she's always had a bit of a jagged smile.

In a combination of comfort, style, and function, Val wears a pair of short jean shorts that have the legs folded up on the bottom to make a small cuff. Two leather belts cross her waist, forming an "x" as they do. Along these belts are various slots for anything a pokemon trainer might need. They look good, and they aren't ridiculous like a skirt and will just get in the way. A dark gray tank-top that has the sides cut out of it (sort of like this, but on the sides and only 3-4 cuts. plus it shows her undershirt and not skin) reveals a black undershirt that is otherwise pretty hidden underneath the shirt she usually wears. Plastered across the front in the same palatinate purple is a paint splatter design that makes the impression of a skull. On her right hand she wears a finger-less black leather glovewith small metal studs over each knuckle. Various silver bracelets and bangles cover both of her arms. For footwear, she has her trusty old boots--the only hand me down that she actually still wears. They used to belong to her cousin, but they were just so vintage she had to keep them around. They rise to just above her ankles where you can barely make out purple socks as well.

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Example Role-Play:

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Val sat in the basement, it's what she effectively made her room when she moved in her grandparents. They offered her master bedroom upstairs, but she didn't want to impose on them too much. She had a literal bedroom in a room next to the door that led down to the basement, but she only went there to sleep, all the time she spent at home was here, in the basement.

While most other kids her in situation were probably going crazy waiting for the email, Val would never admit that she was, but she couldn't conceal her excitement and anticipation better than anyone else. She just tried to counter that upset stomach feeling it gave her by keeping her mind busy. She was listening to music and watching TV--it was the news, so it wasn't something she was particularly interested in, but she was hoping that maybe she would hear something here first rather than an email. Just as she noticed a head line come across the screen announcing the PT test applicants, she heard the ding of an email. Removing the headphones and letting them fall around her neck haphazardously out of excitement she let out a squeal. "Grandma, Grandpa come down here! Quick!"

They, were however, already at the door because they heard her squeal. While Val would run down the stairs, the two were old and took caution going down the old steps. "What, honey?" Her grandma began, "Are you okay? We heard you scream?" They made it to the bottom of the stairs and she placed a hand on the young girls shoulder.

"Yeah grams, I'm fine. I'm better the fine, actually!" Val's eyes shone in excitement. "Look, at the TV." She motioned with the remote as she turned the volume up. "I got accepted to take the PT test! Look, I got an email here. They're probably gonna mention me on the news!" While her grandpa quickly scanned the email, both she and grandma couldn't take her eyes off the TV.

As the news reporter began to explain the PT test and why it is such an honor for these young children to be chosen Val jumped out of her chair and hugged her grandparents tightly. Her grandpa looked at her and smiled. "You know Val, your father would be proud. He wasn't always a circus ringleader. I remember the day when he started on his Pokemon journey. That was so many years ago..." He looked off into the distance, remembering obviously fond memories that Val otherwise had no idea of. "You'll do great honey, I'm sure of it. Your father did and you have all his knowledge and experience that he applied to the Circus to take with you. " The man took a few steps away to the stairs. "Come on you two, let's go get some icecream to celebrate!"

It was funny to Val, while he insisted that the icecream was to celebrate her achievement, she knew the old man was ALWAYS looking for an excuse to go out and get icecream. She even thought that he might love icecream more than he did her. At least a little bit. Just as she was about to get up, she noticed that breaking news had just hit the news TV, interrupting whatever was currently scheduled. "Grandpa, wait, check this out."

There was a fiery explosion that covered the area in Shrapnel. "This big rig crashed into the Pewter City Pokemon Center as it was making its usual route. In the tragic nature of such catastrophes, ten people lost their lives. So I urge you, hug those that you love and spend as much time as you can with them. While no one wants it to happen, you have to be prepared for the worst..." As Val watched intently, she peered through the destruction as the video zoomed in and she swore she could make out the letters "SCAR" in red paint across the ruined side of the big rig.

At this moment, Val got a searing headache that forced her to close her eyes. Images flashed across her mind, She couldn't make them out all too well, but she swore that they were letters or numbers or something. As she tried to focus on them and what they meant, that burning sensation that she felt in her head moved to her back. "Agghh! What is this..." she whimpered in pain as she fell over in her chair.

***​

She awoke hours later, to her grandparents standing in her front. "Are you alright?!" the old lady stammered the moment the girl opened her eyes. Val stared at her blankly. "Come on, tell me. We need to know if we have to take you to the hospital, love."

"Come on, Malory, she just woke up. Give her a few minutes to collect herself." Her grandpa walked close to the bed and gave her a look down. "She seems to be doing fine, I think she'll be okay." He knelt down and started to stroke her hair in a comforting manner.

"Yeah, grandma, I'm fine. And thank you guys." She managed to give them a weak smile, but she still felt like hell. "I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need to rest a little bit. I have to take that test anyway... I couldn't do that from the hospital."

the starter - Wrex, the Aron

Spoiler:

Pokemon: Aron
Nickname:
Gender: Male

Egg Move: Head Smash

Personality: Wrex is, like his trainer, heardheaded. And in more sense than one. He rarely ever stops trying to do something that he starts, much to Val's disdain. He is a free spirit and likes to do what he wants. Val has helped train many Pokemon for the circus, but Wrex just seems to do whatever he wants despite whatever she tries. It's ironic, really, because he is just as rebellious as she ever was. That being said, he still cares about Val and would go to great lengths to ensure her safety, even bravely charging a pokemon that is 10 times his size or could easily overpower him if meant protecting Val or if he thought he was. He get's a little intimidated, actually, by Pokemon bigger than him, but this is mostly out of his desire to keep Val safe. This is something he tries his best to conceal by tackling every problem head on.

Unique Traits: Wrex has a small chip missing from his head. This translates into a broken spine as Lairon and a broken horn as an Aggron.

 

[Charizard_Man]

NOTICE: letting everyone know that today is the final day for applicationa to be submitted or revised, I will read them all over tonight at midnight and then have my decisions for final spots posted tomorrow morning in an IC post, ideally

 

[Logical Cabbage]

Alright! I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that Mareep! But regardless, may the best SU win.

 

[Fuyu]

It's after midnight my time but I don't know what timezone you're in so I'll post this anyway, just in case.

Spoiler:

[the trainer]

Name: Kiara Trent
Trainer Class: Go-Getter
Home Town: Viridian City
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Pokedex Color: Peach​

Biography:

Probably the most special thing about Kiara was that she was adopted. Originally born in Kalos, where she lived in Anistar City until around the age of seven, Kiara gives no thought to her birth parents or what became of them. She has no memories or personal items from them to pass along. She would often spend her days somewhat bundled up, avoiding the water by sitting as close as feasible to the sundial day after day. She always was entranced by it and the glow it gave off was particularly comforting when no adults came to visit her or the other children. Of course, hide and go seek in that area was incredibly cool.

Living there was rather mundane. People tended to get along, and if they didn't, there were fights... that were usually broken up with an old broom.

Around six years of age, Kiara met the couple of Lysanne and Alyssa Trent. Lysanne was a Kanto woman, born and raised *insert Fresh Prince of Bel Air reference here* and Alyssa was from Santalune. they were a long distance couple who had gotten together in the past couple of years, hoping to settle down with a family in Lysanne's hometown. that said, neither could have a child, for physical and relationship reasons. So they chose to adopt one, while considering for another. The match was not one made in harmony or anger. They were nice people and Kiara wanted to meet some nice people. It helped that Alyssa liked croquettes and sweets. Was it bribery? Yes, but it tasted like chocolate.

When they moved to Viridian City, (after Lysanne forced Kiara to actually eat carrots and peppers), her life became a little more fast-paced than it had been filling days running around the city. She helped with the gardening and set up of a cafe. She couldn't do much, but she could pour drinks and carry carts and wash dishes and little things and it was always fun and fast paced. Lysanne, ever the gossip, got her to recite the gossip she heard everyday, just for alive. Kiara didn't understand half of it, but who really cared? It would put Alyssa in stitches. (She never called either of them Mom, it made them feel old.)

A few weeks before her tenth birthday, Kiara ran out of the Viridian Forest with a wild Pikachu on her head. What was it doing there? It heard there was chocolate. It wanted the chocolate. Kiara wanted the Pikachu. It certainly seemed like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately, she was too young (and too silly, according to her mothers) to take responsibility for a Pokemon. So they decided if she wanted Pokemon, she would have to learn to handle Pokemon. So they signed Kiara up for the academy and dropped her off. Kiara didn't get much say, but once she tried to alter a dessert recipe and basically realized that she wasn't allowed to have much say in things when she replaced sugar with pepper. Oops. She's never done that again.

Academy life was, she quickly realized, like Anistar. It had a routine, it stuck to a routine, and if you jumbled it, you were screwed.And she unconsciously did that. By that point, her headphones were usually in out of habit as much as necessity and she got either in trouble or mocked for it, which she smiled off. Kiara was not fussed by bullying until they physically attacked, which she just laughed at. Was this sort of thing that serious? Because of her going at her own pace, she ended up with few friends, one named Alan who sent letters to her over the summer. Barring that, her life was relatively ordinary.

she liked it that way, to be honest.

Personality:

Bubbles! Bubbles and flowers and...

Ahem. Anyway.

Kiara is not to much outgoing as she is smiley. Cheerful and only a little bouncy, she tends to recover from sad things as quickly as she appreciates something good. She has a very high sense of adventure and even when she gets stuck in the rain and can't go out, her mind thinks up scenarios to keep her entertained for hours. Unfortunately, this leads to a lot of her getting stuck in her own head and often zoning out of conversations. Combined with her headphones, it's created a scenario where she lacks a high amount of friends, but has plenty of people willing to say hi to her.

Kiara is a bit... fluttery. She tends to zone out if she's not interested and get into something that sounds basically like "pumpkins on a Christmas tree" or something equally as absurd to throw the conversation out of whack. She doesn't have much formal training experience with Pokemon. They mostly work with her mothers in the cafe and that's about all. She knows how they fight from the Academy and can kind of figure out how it works from there. But she's only mastered the basics and not much else. Kiara is a bit of a casual person in that regard. Oh well!

Kiara is scared of water. It's just an inherent phobia she has no clue where it came from. But it gets her panicky to be near even the ponds. Showers and, well, drinking water and the like are about all she tolerates. Large bodies of water are not her thing. Naturally, she can't swim. Surf is gonna be a doozy. Even though Kiara lacks good listening skills if she doesn't feel interested, if people talk about themselves long enough she will eventually tune back in. Maybe. Sometimes. She doesn't take things that seriously.

Kiara constantly has her headphones on or near her ears. She is incredibly sensitive to noise and it tends to cause her to freeze or lock up, even in mid battle. In that, silence is golden sometimes but in others, it's even more oppressive. Hence her headphones are in either on silently or playing soothing noises to lower the volume of the world around her.

Appearance:

Kiara is rather like a flower in that she's vibrant when there's sun, dancing in the rain, bad with the cold, and finds the wind intimidating. Frequently smelling of flowers and citrus, Kiara is a rather small, but hardy individual. Slightly over four and a half feet tall, she has the body of someone who took to the forest, warnings or otherwise. Slightly tough palms and the soles of her feet show a habit of tree climbing, as do the muscles that accompany it. Her skin is, to her confusion, creamy, causing a near-habitual application of sunscreen so she doesn't become human jerky. Pimples dot her shoulders and her nails are bitten thin, but she doesn't really care.

Her hair is honey-brown, short enough to lie just above her shoulder blades. There's no specific separation of her bangs, they tend to just mix with the rest of her hair. Her curtains match the window, not hiding curious brown eyes. Kiara's smile is a dimmer white but lacks any yellow. Beneath one eye is a nick and on one side of her neck is a light brown squiggle of a birthmark.

Kiara enjoys being pretty as much as she enjoys being able to climb trees. Comforted by the idea of bright colors (or no colors), she typically wears a sleeveless white shirt that tends to leave her stomach uncovered when she lifts her arms too high. She wears a baby blue hooded sweatshirt over this, unzipped until it gets cold. Her legs are covered down to the ankle by dark blue denim jeans, which are held up by a copper and grey belt. Kiara's sneakers are old and worn, grey with dirt and with tattered shoelaces. She loves them. Any possessions go into Kiara's red and black bag, which she sometimes forgets is there. A pair of headphones and a music player are constantly in her possession for health reasons.

Theme: Canary in the Sky- Nana Mizuki (Translation)

Example Role-Play:

Spoiler:

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

"Kiara, you won't get to go if you break your headboard."

Alyssa didn't look up from her embroidery as she spoke, but Kiara peeked open one eye and stopped her absent smacking of her heels on the headboard.

"I want to go in the forest." The statement wasn't a complaint, exactly, not yet, just a casual statement that said hey, I'm bored, in dulcet tones. She didn't even know if she was going to get to go at all. It was completely dependent on luck or something. Mostly the "or something" part, from what she could tell.

"The Beedrill are breeding," Alyssa said gently. "You want to get caught in a pollen spree?" Alyssa hardly ever raised her voice, except to shout a warning when people were hurt or some bikes were about to collide with each other. The latter happened a lot in Viridian. People just didn't know how to look where they were going.

Kiara pouted, righting herself to sit cross-legged on her bed again. "Guess not!" She smiled toothily, flopping to lay her head on Alyssa's lap. Lysanne was downstairs, dealing with the last stragglers of the breakfast rush. "Whatcha doin'?"

"A Raichu with a flo~wer." Kiara giggled at the imitation of her own drawl and rolled off. "Get me strawberry cake."

"Okay, Aly!" She skipped down the wooden stairs, grinning at the sound of the creaks. "Lys! Lys!"

"What?" Lysanne's tone was half teasing, half exasperation as she fiddle with her brown bun, flipping a sandwich. "Did you come down for second breakfast?"

The nearly empty cafe laughed and Kiara joined them, only to shake her head. "Aly wants cake." Her word were said with the utmost seriousness, hands folded behind her back as she danced around the counter

"You shouldn't feed her sweet tooth, lass," hummed an elderly man. "She needs to keep her beautiful smile for a while yet."

Kiara laughed and spun, turning big eyes on Lysanne, who had her lips pursed and probably half a mind to take a stalk of celery and shove it up Alyssa's nose. "But I don't want cake, Lys! Alyssa wants cake!"

"And you won't steal the frosting?"

Kiara flushed. She did have a sweet spot for frosting but she had once ended up with the sweet in question on her head and smelling like strawberry for hours. She wasn't going to risk that one again. "Kay, I'll tell her no." She went back towards the stairs. "But she's gonna come down here and get it herself!"

"I hold her to that." Kiara laughed. Lysanne always sounded so sarcastic! It was fun!

Up the stairs, Kiara groaned. Well, that had wasted a few minutes. She was still waiting for that stupid email. "Aargh!" she shouted at the air. "i'm gonna have to wait until I'm old!"

"I'll have you know being old is a blessin," Alyssa chided, heading towards the stairs. She let out a theatrical, mild sigh. "It looks like I have to fuel my own sweet tooth."

"She said no," Kiara protested and Alyssa waved an airy hand. Kiara giggled and went back to her old computer. At least it had a disk drive now. Before school started, it had been one of those... floppy disks? The things she saw TMs used to be made from. Whatever those used to be. She clicked at the internet, mumbling and debating at playing a card game until the email did or didn't show up. Normally, by now she would have thrown herself into a mental story world, but she knew that could knock her out for hours and that would be bad.

Kiara opened her email, expecting nothing. then the loading screen let out a 'ping' and there was a notification in her inbox. Without thinking, she clicked it open and read the email. Then, she read it again. Then, a third time.

After that, she flew down the stair rail and into Lysanne's arms (who had probably expected her to do that) and cheered "I get to take the test of doom!" Alyssa, through a mouthful of whipped cream, smiled and waved her spoon in celebration while Lysanne squeezed her like a lemon until she couldn't breathe. The cafe erupted into a small round of applause as her name, along with twenty-nine others appeared on the television screen. Her euphoria lasted all of... a minute, two at most, before a news bulletin lit up the screen.

"We are live in Pewter City to report the latest in a string of incidents..."

Kiara watched as the flames and smoke rose, the startling orange and red vivid against the browns and grays of the earth and clouds of the stony city. Water sprayed over the molten metal and the muffled noises of the people caught in the accident. She felt herself slump into one of the chairs. More than ten people were dead today... and for what? She rubbed her eyes. Who would do this?

If she managed to pass and go on the adventure of the outside world, would she find who did this, if by accident?

Well, it'd be something to write home about, right?

She watched the camera zoom in on the rig, revealing red graffiti sprayed messily onto the metal. "S... C...A... R...? Is it a symbol?" A pain raced up her arm and to her brain, like flames rushing up her veins. with it came images, what could be numbers or letters, overloading with the familiar sensation of being stuck in a crowd for more than five minutes with no block.

Then, the sensation vanished and she looked around, puzzled. Kiara let out a small yawn and hopped from her chair. "I'm gonna take a nap."

"You don't want cake?" Alyssa wondered, stabbing her fork into her second slice.

Kiara yawned again. "Later! I want lemon." She trooped up the stairs and was unconscious before she hit the pillow.

[the starter]

Pokemon: Squirtle
Nickname: Tsubi
Gender: Male

Egg Move: Aura Sphere

Personality: Tsubi tends towards optimism and over-eager exploration, causing Kiara to have to constantly pull him back, even though that makes no sense.. He acts first, thinks second, and it tends to send him barreling into a wall. Or a person. Or make someone cry. He lacks a filter and doesn't mind in the slightest, even though it's one of the few things that drives Kiara a bit nutty. However, they still work very well together, as she is one of the few people he actually stops and listens to instead of filling the blanks in with in his head. though I'm pretty sure he makes most of those blanks. He has a bit of a nasty sense of humor and will probably lack any type of table manners and he tends to touch things (like glass) he should keep away from. He loves the water and is bound and determined to help Kiara learn to swim. Kiara is not impressed.

Unique Traits: Tsubi's shell has nicks along the edges. Being a klutzy little mon, he also has little scars on his limbs.

 

[Charizard_Man]

Oh yes, sorry I never mentioned this. I'm Pacific Standard Time and at the time I'm writing this it is 10:45 PM. So in a little over an hour sign ups will be closed

NOTICE: All spots have been filled, I have made my decision and the OP has been edited to reflect so. For everyone that didn't make the cut I apologize but it was a plesaure to have you around, I plan on having re-curring characters and minor appearances in which your characters can be used by you. But that won't be until the near future, until then you can keep up and read along if you'd like. I won't be able to post the IC thread up today as I intended so you'll have to be patient for another day until this is possible. Sorry for the inconvenience and I hope those accepted are ready for a journey of their lives.

 

[LastOne]

As soon as I had seen Fuyu had posted her app yesterday, I already knew it was over xD 3k posts, and being on this site since 2009, it would be odd for her not to win. The guest star appearances does sound like a neat idea though, and better than the app just getting wasted. Luck to the Rp getting somewhere productive.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

Congratulations everyone for winning! I'm satisfied that I tried my hardest at least! I sure hope this RP won't die.

 

[Gelius3]

same as here! Good luck! I hope the best RPing for everyone

 

[Groc]

Well done, everyone. With all the talent you've displayed, this should be a fun read. Looking forward to it!

 

[NyxShooter]

Just saw your IC get accpted. This is gonna be FUN ^_^

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

The IC's accepted? nice, I'm going to go ahead and say I might not get a post in today but expected one tomorrow morning at the latest.​

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Woah! tell me why I never even considered the conductor/proctor being the GYM LEADER Clemont from the series.

Its like a hindsight shock for me, now I'm looking back at my post like I could had done way better with the materials given to me. If only I had put the pieces together... Smh

Was I the only person that didn't notice that? please tell me I won't.​

 

[Charizard_Man]

Haha I tried to kinda leave it up to you guys to figure it out but maybe it was a bit too obscure. But don't worry he'll be back at least later on so you have a chance to redeem yourself. I changed the chapter theme because I just liked this new one better haha

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Haha I tried to kinda leave it up to you guys to figure it out but maybe it was a bit too obscure. But don't worry he'll be back at least later on so you have a chance to redeem yourself. I changed the chapter theme because I just liked this new one better haha

I like the new theme better than the old one. It was too lyrickey for me. I personally prefer instrumentals when it comes to posting, it keeps my mind clear.

I get distracted suuuuper easy. ​

 

[Charizard_Man]

Haha I'll keep that in mind for future tracks, I'm planning on editing the OP with a sound track and character profiles. I don't know if any of you recall but once you are accepted you are supposed to reserve a post in the OOC thread for your inventory post which I will link in the character profiles. I will edit one of my last posts to make it an inventory so you can all see the forma and such. I kinda forgot to do this myself haha.